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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:01 am
Who: Isikoro, Eirdirsceol, Aphismet, Rivener, Alex & Zul Where: Delaran Household When: Evening Weather: Cool and still, like the world is holding its breath...
"Fottere fottere fottere!"
The curse word fell from the woman's lips in her native tongue every half a minute on the harrowing drive to the Delaran house stead. The travel time was cut nearly in half with her pointed speeding and precise lane-switching at last minute dashes through going-home traffic. When the truck pulled into the driveway, she wasted no time in flipping the keys out of the ignition and jumping out of the vehicle. She took off her jacket and bundled it beneath Zul's head, murmuring quietly, "Please stay here, Zul. No matter what." She received a faint nod of his head, and that was good enough.
Alex carefully shut the door and put her foot on the wheel of the truck, vaulting herself into the bed of it and clamoring over to the toolbox installed against the back of the cab. She flipped it open and rooted through her belongings, muttering to herself repeatedly, "Ceiling, ceiling, ceiling..." What did she have that would cut through a ceiling? It had to be precise, because if Eiry could put things into a ceiling, no doubt he could take them out or move them around. That ruled out the sledgehammer (which was good, because she didn't carry that around) and any other tool that would require swinging. Too much could go wrong there. No saws, either, as that could end ugly. It had to be something that wouldn't hurt someone, to pull away rather than cut out--
"Crowbar," she muttered, closing the box and jumping back out of the vehicle, opening the back door and yanking out the desired tool from beneath the backseat amongst a rattle of a portable cage. With her hair down and loose about her sleeveless top with her hands wrapped up, she looked a bit like a burglar as she ran towards the house, booted feet kicking up debris. Alex slowed by the door, checking the knob half-heartedly; it was locked. She didn't even pause to consider what she was doing, backing up a few paces and taking a deep breath, eyes turning over the door by the handle. A booted foot lifted and thrust hard: once; twice; by the third, the door cracked beneath her pointed kicks, swinging open sickly.
It was nearly torn off the hinges all together as she pushed her way inside, the door smacking against the wall as it opened and fell back on itself, stopping when it was ajar. "ISI!" she cried out, green eyes upwards. Ceiling, ceiling, ceiling! Alex headed towards the stairs, grip firm on the crowbar as she took the steps two and three at a time. "ISI!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:24 am
BAM!
Isi jumped, or rather, jostled himself as much as he could from where he hung in the ceiling. Any sound at this point would make him twitch. He found himself prone to jump now, expecting every sound or movement to produce that dreaded grin where he least expected it. From the time Eiry knocked his cellphone from his grip to the time that he heard the faint crawl of tires across the gravel outside, he was still haunted by his ward, who stared at him for minutes on end, unblinking, unmoving with that smile. That smile! then there were times that Isi had to blink and Eiry would disappear, leaving Isi with exhausting paranoia, waiting, anticipating when he would show up next. Sometimes, Eiry would crawl across the bottom of the floor, or scuttle across the walls, somehow making himself looked deformed and twisted. Isi tried to shout at him, then, scream and him and demand his release, but that only caused Eiry to recite eerie poetry and tales, laughing loud and screaming madly with joy.
Isi couldn't feel his fingers anymore. In fact, his arms and legs had lost all feeling after waves of tingling, and his head was awhirl with dizziness. He tried to move himself, shift or wiggle free, if only to force blood into his limbs.
So when the front door was kicked in, Isi released a few tears of relief and happiness. Eiry, on the other hand, gave a great twitch and twisted his head to the doorway, his parade suddenly halted in light of an intruder. Then the raevan slunk into the walls.
"Oh, thank god!" Isi shouted, his voice breaking with weariness, "Aphi? No, Alex? Alex is that you? I'm up here!" He didn't care where his raevan was at the moment, all he cared about was seeing Alex's face. He wiped his tears off of his forehead and sniffed, trying again to lift his voice, "I'm here!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 1:43 am
"Isi!" Relief flooded through her at the sound of the teen's voice. He was still okay, if he could call out! Alex vaulted up the stairwell, listening. And then she looked up.
A winded, terrified sound escaped her, green eyes wide at the sight that greeted her. It was like half of Isi's body had been pasted to the ceiling, the weakest part of him shut out of sight and out of mind. His face was looking a little worse for the wear from being upside down, and it was that fact that she had to fix, and pronto! Alex pursed her trembling lips together; she couldn't show fear, she had to help him! She couldn't say Hang in there or Hold on, she wasn't that stupid! "I'm coming up!"
She gave only a brief look around for the source of trouble, but didn't see Eiry anywhere. Without the minty Sigel to distract her, she quickly vaulted up the stairs and onto the third floor, trying not to feel sick at the sight of Isi's legs trapped as they were. What happened to you, Eiry? she wondered, heartsick. Alex knew he was ill with the virus, but to do this to someone - to truly want to hurt them, or worse! - was something she hadn't yet heard of amongst the Raevans.
"Isi, tell me immediately if you feel any give," she called through the floor. She put her strength to work, hooking the teeth of the crowbar between Isi's leg and the floorboards, her grip tightening to nearly white knuckled. Her legs braced as she pulled; the wood of the old but well built house didn't stand a chance against the adrenaline-laden Italian, the board creaking and cracking before snapping in half. Alex kicked it aside and moved to the next one, giving it the same treatment, trying to weaken the floor around Isi's body enough that she could pull him through.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 10:28 am
Isi was so happy to see Alex's face he could almost cry. He reached for her, a desperate move on his part, but it made him feel as if she were actually there and gave him momentary hope that she would be able to pull him, right then and there, and free him from Eiry's terrible trap.
He saw the crowbar in her grip, and even though it was a bit hard to think, he could immediately put two and two together. She was going to rip up the floor boards! Fortunately, Isi didn't really care that much about the floor boards at this point in time as long as he was pried out of the ceiling.
"Alright! I'm not going anywhere..." Isi answered. He watched as Alex disappeared around the stairwell with almost murderous Italian intention. Then, as an afterthought, Isi shouted, "Watch out for my raevan! Don't let him touch you!"
He looked around worriedly, trying to find any trace of mint or even the white of that unnatural smile. He tried to give a squirm as soon as he felt Alex near his legs on the other side of the ceiling and his legs tensed and gave a small kick.
"It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire."
Isi twitched and looked around, his gut twisting up at the faint sound of his wards singsong voice. "Eiry?" he called, his voice unsure, "Eiry if you DARE pull anymore of your ******** mischief, I'm going to---Heaven protect you when I get out of here, Eiry! Don't you DARE go near Alex!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:08 pm
"I don't think I'll have a choice if he gets it in his head to touch me," Alex grunted through her work, a grim smile on her lips as yet another floorboard cracked and gave beneath her pressure. She worked diligently, careful around the teen's legs and hips as she pulled up each wood plank one at a time. Each piece was kicked to the side and against the wall, trying to be as quick and efficient as she could, knowing that she wasn't just working against time right then...
She was a third of the way finished when she heard Eiry's voice, followed by Isi's threat. The woman groaned softly, "Isi, you can't...expect him to listen, and now that you've told him not to..." To Alex, the minty Sigel was acting like a petulant child; tell him he can't or shouldn't do something, and she'd bet her weight in gold that he'd do it. The description of the Wisp's behavior and the way he was rattling off some odd poetry made the zoologist believe that he was suffering some form of dementia, or a very strong delusion of what he could and couldn't do to the people who loved and cared for him.
Alex felt heartsick again, another board getting kicked to the side. "I don't think we're going to have much time," she murmured, more to herself than the trapped teen. She'd have to free Isi and get them both out of there before Eiry could strike again! Judging by the sound of the Sigel's voice, however, the woman had a very bad feeling that her plans wouldn't be so easy to carry out...
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:22 pm
Isi winced as another floor board released the tight pressure on his sides. She was about halfway through the top layer of the stairs and there would be many layers for her to rip her way through until he could be pulled successfully from the ceiling. Isi found himself thinking slowly more and more about what she said, about the virus. If it augmented their powers and other things besides, then Isi knew why Eiry was doing this. It was his soul! He had the soul of a will-o-wisp, a ghostly thing without care for the health of the people it taunted. In fact, often their ploys and tricks in the marsh would lead one astray, purposefully guide them out into the mire and into endangerment. It didn't care about the end result, the will-o-wisp didn't think that far. The will-o-wisp only cared for immediate satisfying REACTIONS.
"But then this feeling soon gave place to irritation. And then came the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or stupid action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not?"
"EIRY! NO!" Isi shouted, trying to distract the wispy sigel somehow, but he knew, deep in his gut that it was already too late.
The voice grew louder around Alex as she worked, desperately trying to pry Isi lose. The voice came without direction, all around, behind, in front, to the side and above, every which way, until Alex saw the white white GRIN of the mad sigel before her after a blink, floating, his head still lopsided and smiling that terrible smile.
"The spirit of perverseness, I say, came to be my final overthrow. It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself - to do wrong for the wrong's sake only - that urged me to continue and finally consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute!"
And with a smile unmoving, Eiry faded away as quick as a blink, and then reappeared above her, pushing her forcefully into the wall so that only her forearms, upper chest, and head, and calves protruded. Then he remained there, watching her, unmoving, terribly still, frighteningly unmoving and unperturbed by any of his actions, waiting to sit in and watch the terror and rage play over her face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:38 pm
The voice slipped over her back like a cold chunk of ice, her heart catching in her throat. She knew all too well that her fate at the taunting Sigel's hands would be similar to Isi's, but damnit, she had to keep trying! Alex had accepted that something ill might befall her - it was why she'd told Zul to stay in the truck! - but she wasn't prepared. There was no way she could mentally accept that what she was striving to save Isi from would be her own prison - or resting place, if Eiry was feeling particularly nasty.
She'd been able to ignore the chanting, but her heart stopped when Eiry was suddenly in front of her face, grinning in the most crooked and demented manner. He looks like a jack-o-lantern, Alex observed somewhere in the cool rationale of her mind while the rest of it screamed to MOVE RUN FLEE. Unfortunately, the Italian had always been less of a flight and more of a fight type person, pushing her uncertain body to yank up one last board before she was suddenly being pushed.
The crowbar clattered onto the floor as her body experienced the most peculiar and unpleasant sensation of being. It almost felt like she was losing the very fabric of what made her up, before she was solid again - and with a wall as her extremities. Alex rapidly closed her eyes and counted backwards from ten, doing a quick mental check of her body. She was whole, just as whole as the wall she was embedded in. The pressure of the old house around her body was both painful and constant. It confirmed, at least, that Isi was indeed whole as well. She'd take her small victories where she could get them.
Reverting to her training, Alex opened her green eyes and stared at that god-awful, chill-inspiring grin, schooling her own face into neutrality. Don't show fear, she told herself, the scientist in her reminding her that Isi didn't need to hear her panic too, don't challenge. "Hello, Eirdirsceol," she intoned, her emotions frayed under that eager and anticipating smile. "I'm Alex. Nice to formally meet you." Sure, she probably sounded as mad as the Sigel himself, but screaming and panicking wasn't going to get her anywhere. It provided enough of a distraction for her mind while she tried to move what parts of her she was able to, her will too great to accept defeat just yet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:23 pm
Aphismet had panicked when he heard that voicemail during his break. He'd run up to the head chef and flailed an explanation that was only half-coherent, but the man knew that something must be terribly wrong to upset the sous-chef so. He'd given Aphismet the permission to leave, and Aphi had run out in his white chef's outfit, not bothering to change. A desperate search had finally yielded Rivener, who'd been having coffee with some random people Aphi didn't know. The Scorpion looked annoyed with his guardian's constant phone calls and sudden appearance, but Aphi's panicked expression placated Riv. He rather liked that look of panic.
Aph had all but forced Rivener into the car, yelling that something was wrong at home. While Rivener couldn't give less of a crap about Isi or Eiry at the moment, he followed anyway. He'd already poisoned the coffee of the people he'd been sitting with, so that fun was over for now. Soon they'd all fall sick and begin vomiting; Rivener had seen that a lot these past few days, it wasn't interesting anymore. Maybe whatever was going on at home would be better.
The chef's car screeched to a halt in the driveway, Aphi's eyes wide. Alex's truck?! What was she doing here!? Had Isi called her too? "Oh ******** oh ********, oh ********> Aphi ran out of the car, leaving his door open, and rushed into the house.
"ISIII! ALEEX! Where are you?!" Not knowing where to start looking, Aphismet gripped his cellphone and ran in a circle, glancing into the kitchen and dining room before rushing towards the stairs.
Alex's truck meant Zul was here! Rivener grinned. This WAS much better than those stupid coffee poisonings. Although really, Riv wasn't sure he was forgiving the demon's weird behavior from the other night. Zul had Cordelia after all. Scoffing, promising himself that he'd ******** make Zul BEG to be taken back, the Sigel floated into the house. As Zul was laying on the truck's bench, hidden from view, Rivener didn't spot him in passing at all. Trying to look unaffected and uninterested, Rivener followed Aphismet towards the stairs.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:39 pm
Eiry stared at her, his expression unchanged by her calm introduction. He just waited. And waited. Smiling. Smile. Waiting for her face to change. He could wait like this forever if he had to, he quite enjoyed the slow dawning of fear. It was like watching everything in slow motion, when it came to Alex, and that meant that Eiry could enjoy and devour each and every facial twitch, every hurried blink into deafening terror. Smiling. The only thing that changed about Eiry was his proximity to Alex. Whenever she blinked he would appear somewhere else, closer, farther, inches away, or in the corner of the room, unchanging, unmoving, smile smiling. Smiling at her. Eiry was laughing, laughing manically, laughing so loud his lungs hurt, but nobody could hear. Nobody could tell. His face was carved out of stone and he just smiled. Smiling.
He was enjoying this immensely.
"And now was I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of mere humanity. Alas! Neighter by day nor by night knew I the blessing of rest anymore! During the former the creature left me no moment along, and in the latter I started hourly from dreams of unutterable fear to find the hot breath of the thing upon my face, and its vast weight-an incarnate nightmare that I had no power to shake off-incumbent eternally upon my heart!"
When Isi heard the crunch of tire wheels against the gravel again, he froze with disbelief. The boy already knew what had happened to Alex above him, the fear that placed him in the wall had probably happened to the woman, hence why there was no cold steel of the crowbar wedging itself between his flesh and the floorboards anymore. Isi had given himself over to helplessness, when finally he realized that the sound he was hearing was, indeed, the familiar sound of Aphismet's car rolling into the driveway!
Isi tried to move himself, as if he were to casually slip from the ceiling and run to Aphismet's arms, but his head swirled with too much blood and he groaned instead. He heard his brother running around in a mad frenzy downstairs and Isi tried his best to work his voice up into a shout. It wouldn't matter anymore if he wanted to dodge Eiry's attention, Aphismet was already hollering downstairs like a lunatic.
So, when Aphismet started up the stairs, Isi summoned his voice to his throat and croaked for his brother, "Aphismet! Aphismet, here!" And when he saw the white hair of Aphismet rounding the corner, Isi reached and waved, hoping to call over his brother. "God, Aphismet, up here!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:20 pm
The blinking around the room-shtick was impressive. Alex knew, somewhere, that she should have been afraid of the way he was watching her, like one might wait for a cow to fatten for the slaughter. Even so, the scientist in her was amazed at what the virus had done to the jovial, good-natured Sigel; he was a complete maniac! She might have time to panic and worry about it later when he got bored with her, but for now, she was trying to catalog what she saw for a future report. The woman would not let herself believe that she might not be getting out of the situation.
Something did tick across her features as she heard Aphismet's voice; a brief flit of relief that she quickly smoothed out before anything else could be seen. Don't feed the animals, she thought to herself, watching Eiry's hungry expression. "Aphi!" she called out after she heard Isi's fading voice. Her voice was clear and strong, almost demanding in what she was imparting to her boyfriend. "Third floor! He's stuck in the ceiling, I almost had him out - don't worry about me, get Isi out and watch out for Eiry!" She couldn't let him gawk at her in shock or terror. They were in a race against time, with a being who moved quickly enough that time was almost relative.
She returned her attention to the Sigel and gave the minty being a smile. "Sorry sweetie. You can have all the worry in the world from me once it's just me stuck here. It's a nasty habit I have, caring for other people." There was just a slight undercurrent of disappointment in her voice. It was all she could do not to reprimand Eiry; she was certain it would fall on deaf ears, and quite frankly, she wasn't keen on wasting her breath. If Aphismet was caught...they'd be in a world of trouble.
"Aphi!" she called as an afterthought, "Call the Lab and leave a message, tell Kyou we're going to need him if I don't show up to work!" Kyou would have to be their last hope. With Eiry gone mad and Rivener not caring about anyone, it was going to be a very long night if they couldn't stop the Wisp.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:32 pm
Aphismet let out a huge breath at hearing both voices. At least they were both still alive, and well enough to talk. Although, Isi's voice had an edge of dizzy desperation... Alex sounded fine, though, and Aphi wondered what she was doing? Asking the chef to "not worry about her" implied that there WAS something he might worry about, and only that small hint was enough to get Aphismet's blood pounding through his ears.
Pausing half-way to the second floor, Aphi flipped open his cell and quickly called Kyou, leaving a message on the machine that sounded like a breathless rant. "If Alex isn't at work tomorrow, please come to the Delaran house. We might need your help." He hung up and hurried the rest of the way upstairs.
As he rounded the stairs on the second floor, Aphismet spotted Isi's upper body poking through the floor. All the blood drained from the chef's face. "Oh my god," he breathed. "H-hold on, Isi. Hold on." He hurried up to the third floor, hoping to find Alex already working to free his brother...
"Alex!" Aphi gaped, blinking at the girl trapped in the wall. The chef's eyes sought out Eiry but instead found the crowbar the Italian had dropped. Ah, she'd been trying to pry Isi free?
Setting his jaw, his eyes hardening, Aphismet grabbed the crowbar and set to work on Isi's trapped waist, just as Alex had asked. Isi was more urgent: upside down for so long was not good for the head. "As soon as I'm done with Isi I'll help you, Alex. Just breath calmly, both of you, stay calm. This'll be done in no time." Aphismet was at his best in a crisis. He felt this strange calm clarity come over him, the same way it had when he'd faced a basilisk with Ebony. He just needed to stay calm, to think things through. With strong grip Aphismet pried the wood away from Isi's body, moving slightly faster than the Italian had.
Rivener hadn't found Zul anywhere on the second floor. He'd then headed upstairs, finding all the humans apart for Aphi trapped in the wall and floor. Riv snickered, crossing his arms in amusement. He kind of liked them like this. They certainly couldn't get in his way. He floated past everyone and continued to look for Zul, searching the rooms and finally the attic, finding no sign.
With a frown, the Scorpion came down to hover in front of Alex, glaring at her like this was her fault. "Where is my Zul?" he demanded, ignoring her plight.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 8:51 pm
At the first hint of footsteps making their way up the stairs, Eiry's face finally gave a twitch, a small muscle movement away from his ceaseless smile towards a brow furrow of irritation. Someone was coming up to steal away his show, he thought, he knew, and so, quietly, he faded away and slipped into the walls like an unwanted draft. He would have to change things, move things, but then again, this is precisely what Eiry wanted, precisely what his original plain entailed. There were two more actors to the play, two more additions to the story, two more hearts to SMILE at and twist, two more hearts to squeeze! Eiry found his grin breaking over his face once more from where he floated within the safety of the walls, an unhealthy smile that wouldn't hurt his face had he not been infected with the virus. Ho ho ho, Eiry thought, there are two more to feed on.
Not only Aphismet....But that THING...That red red THING that he, once upon a time, dared to call brother. That thing. Smile.
Distract them first. Then for the red one.
"I AM holding on!" the cripple shouted bleakly. Isi watched as Aphismet passed by the floor beneath him, and his chest felt a swell of gratitude. There were people around him who he felt safe with, that meant that they were going to get out of this now. He was sure. They were going to get out of this and Eiry was going to stop and...Isi blinked his eyes tightly shut. What was he thinking? Obviously, nothing coherent.
Isi struggled again, a weak flop and kick of his legs as the metal of the crowbar kissed again at his hips. He gave a groan, tried to twist himself, and gave up again. By the time he reopened his eyes and forced them to focus on the room around him, he picked out a familiar minty blob that came into detail a bit more slowly than everything else in the room.
He tried to shout, but his mouth was too dry. He gave a croak, that must've sounded like a protesting groan, and tried again, giving another frenzied kick of his legs that he couldn't feel anymore.
"Ngh!" the sound came as a groan again. It didn't form a word like he wanted it to. And by the time he was able to force out a terrified, "NO!" the wood and ceiling around him, splintered. It was not because of Aphismet's harrowing job with the crowbar, but something else entirely: the ghostly will of Eirdirsceol. The weight of his body, sent him sliding through the hole, and he could do nothing with his legs to brace his body from slipping through.
"But may God shielf and deliver me from the fangs of the Arch-Fiend! No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sank into silence than I was answered by a voice within the tomb!"
"AUGH! APHI!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:08 pm
Alex watched Eiry disappear, just as Aphismet crested the stairs. She gave her boyfriend as patient and calm of a smile as she could, not betraying the sheer joy she felt at seeing him in such a terrible, nerve-wracking time. Her life had been terror after terror ever since the virus outbreak had started, making her realize that she didn't want to just be alone with her animals anymore. She wanted to depend on the chef, who had quickly taken up her mantle to free the teen. If it weren't for the impending danger, she would have proclaimed her love for the determined man right then and there.
She also would have patted herself on the back for not growling at Rivener and that smirk he gave. Was he enjoying this too? In that moment, Alex was intensely grateful that Zul had not tried to hurt her or anyone else through his sickness. Somehow, when the world was going mad, Zul still held onto his sanity and his sense of self. Most of it, anyway. If Riv wanted to play high and mighty, fine. He could do it by himself!
That was about the time the floor splintered, and even as the woman was bound, she did her best to lurch towards Isi as if she could stop it. Suddenly, the Scorpion was in her field of view, and she couldn't help the anger that swelled in her green eyes. How calm he was! High and mighty, was it? Yeah. She'd play that game now. "He's not here," she replied tersely, "he's too sick and weak to move. And you wont see him ever again, if Eiry has his way!" Alex tried to look around the Sigel then; her concern was with the two at risk. As far as she knew, Eiry wouldn't hurt Rivener in all this.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:16 pm
Aphismet's work with the crowbar was taking up only enough of his attention to keep him focused. He could still hear Rivener speak to Alex so callously, could hear Eiry speaking from below. He could hear, but he didn't let any of it deterr him from his task. He had to get Isi free, that was the priority. He had to do it soon, before Eiry did something else to Isi. The boy's legs were flailing weakly, and Aphismet was just about to ask the younger man to stop when the floor gave a sickening crack.
Aphismet's body reacted before he could even think. He threw the crowbar aside and lunged with both hands, each one gripping one of the boy's ankles and catching Isikoro just as he slipped free of the hole in the ceiling. Aphi's arms were now both sticking through the gutted ceiling, Isi hanging halfway to the floor below. "Oh god, Isi, hold on. Are you far? Can you fall safely? It would be hard for me to drag you up but I will if it's too far to drop. Isi?" The chef's voice was as calm and composed as he could make it, brown eyes flashing with worry and carefully controlled determination.
Rivener blinked at Alex. Zul was too sick to move? ...And what did she mean, he'd never see Zul again if Eiry had his way?! Was Zul that sick because of Eiry's doing??
Well that was all the prompting the confrontational, aggressive Scorpion needed. He turned and roared, snapping his wings open. "EIIIRRRYYYYYYYY!!!" Growling and snarling in animalistic fury, the Sigel beat his wings down in a great gust of wind, propelling himself to the lower floor, where he'd heard the minty Sigel speak not long ago. Rivener would tear him apart this time!
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:37 pm
Isi thought for sure he was going to fall as soon as he felt all semblence of support around his waist give way. When he felt the painful yank of his body against the strain of Aphi's arm, Isi gave a yelp. As soon as he gained his surroundings, somehow losing the white white of that SMILE, he looked around between the distance between himself and the floor. From this angle he couldn't really tell how far of a drop it was, not with his sight already see-sawing back and forth from the blood in his head. He looked back up at Aphi. In all honesty, Isi didn't prefer either method, but one was going to get him to the floor quicker than the other. And he could feel the shake of Aphi's arm as he tried to hold on.
"Drop me, Aphi!" he shouted, trying to curl his way up, so that he at least didn't land on his head, "Let me go!" And it was then as he looked up, as Rivener bellowed his brother's name, that he saw the flash of something minty behind Aphismet's head of white.
Quicker than he anticipated, but the attention of the red one was all he really wanted in the first place. But still, Eiry didn't want to go downstairs, he wanted upstairs. The minty sigel floated upwards to the third floor, once again, slipping easily within the walls. Upstairs was where his brother hugged him once upon a time. That's where Rivener and he once spent a good time shifting through boxes...Where...
Wait.
There was no brother anymore.
And still this lady hadn't shown him anything he wanted to see.
Eiry pushed his head from the wall behind Alex, and he clicked his tongue, beckoning Rivener to swivel around. He let his cold hands drift down Alex's neck from behind, his long fingers tracing the hedge of her collarbone while his thumbs felt the beat of her jugular.
"A cry, at first muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, LOUD, AND CONTINUOUS SCREAM, utterly anomalous and inhuman-a howl-A WAILING SHRIEK, HALF OF HORROR AND HALF OF TRIUMPH!" And with the end of the phrase, Eiry tucked his head over her shoulder and pressed the cold of his long tongue up and against Alex's cheek. He let his slick muscle slide up the side of Alex's face onto her forehead, and when he finally garnered the attention of the red one's burning gaze, he gave a shrill shriek, as if to mimic the very terrible sound that he had just described.
Had it now. Smile. There he was.
Eiry pulled himself from the wall then, and teasing his brother with that same undaunted grin, his eerie Cheshire smile, tacked from one cheekbone to the either, lulled his brother back up into the attic, his head rolling on his shoulders as if he had a limp neck. He wouldn't let that damned thing catch a hold of him again! Not until he enacted his revenge, not until THEN. NOT UNTIL THEN. Smile. He must first enact, must first-smile. HAHAHAHA.
Smile. Smile. No longer brother. Smile.
HAHA.
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